Empty streets

A street scene for today’s photo prompt. Something caught my eye and that’s all I could see, then the words came. This is Friday’s Fictioneers 100-word story, brought courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Photo: Kent Bonham

The street was deserted. Carried on the breeze, rubbish bounced along the pavement. Streetlights shone brightly, but not a soul remained. The signs of abandonment everywhere: the dropped shopping bags, the kids’ scooters, the half-eaten apple.

Above his head, hanging from a neon sign, a futile attempt at protection. He snorted – a derisory gesture: a few cloves wouldn’t defeat a horde. Neither would his gun. He holstered it and drew the weapon out of the scabbard. He’d whittled the stake at one end to an infinitesimal point.